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{{DISPLAYTITLE:Tumbling Into The Necronomicon}} | {{DISPLAYTITLE:Tumbling Into The Necronomicon}} | ||
Deeper and deeper, you are pushed beyond the edge of sanity, losing yourself to the smells of slime, sulphur and seasalt. You recover gradually, yet are shocked awake by a scream: "Ph-nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn!!" | Deeper and deeper, you are pushed beyond the edge of sanity, losing yourself to the smells of slime, sulphur and seasalt. You recover gradually, yet are shocked awake by a scream: "Ph-nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn!!" | ||
You see a coastline of mingled mud, ooze, and weedy Cyclopean masonry which can be nothing less than the tangible substance of earth's supreme terror - the nightmare corpse-city of R'lyeh, that was built in measureless eons behind history by the vast, loathsome shapes that seeped down from the stars. | You see a coastline of mingled mud, ooze, and weedy Cyclopean masonry which can be nothing less than the tangible substance of earth's supreme terror - the nightmare corpse-city of R'lyeh, that was built in measureless eons behind history by the vast, loathsome shapes that seeped down from the stars. | ||
You awe at the unbelievable size of the greenish stone blocks and the dizzying height of the great carven monolith. The geometry of this dream-place is all wrong, non-Euclidean, and poignantly redolent of spheres and dimensions apart from ours. | You awe at the unbelievable size of the greenish stone blocks and the dizzying height of the great carven monolith. The geometry of this dream-place is all wrong, non-Euclidean, and poignantly redolent of spheres and dimensions apart from ours. | ||
Revision as of 05:15, 11 February 2020
Deeper and deeper, you are pushed beyond the edge of sanity, losing yourself to the smells of slime, sulphur and seasalt. You recover gradually, yet are shocked awake by a scream: "Ph-nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn!!"
You see a coastline of mingled mud, ooze, and weedy Cyclopean masonry which can be nothing less than the tangible substance of earth's supreme terror - the nightmare corpse-city of R'lyeh, that was built in measureless eons behind history by the vast, loathsome shapes that seeped down from the stars.
You awe at the unbelievable size of the greenish stone blocks and the dizzying height of the great carven monolith. The geometry of this dream-place is all wrong, non-Euclidean, and poignantly redolent of spheres and dimensions apart from ours.